DIANA
Dante… Dante, I continued muttering as I was led into the elevator and up to my room.
I was enamored by the man and I had only just been here for two seconds. It was like the lord’s way of telling me that he had approved my movement and was behind me in support. I thanked the man who had brought my luggage in a broken and very horrible Spanish and when he continued looking at me, I reached into my purse and brought out a hundred dollars note. I smiled in embarrassment and handed it over to him which he took and then shook his head muttering in English about dumb tourist which he probably took me for.
I should not have bothered, I thought as I slammed the door behind him to express my annoyance at his use of swear words on me.
It did not matter anyways, I wasn’t going to be here f
